What is a nit anyway? (Remind self to yahoo.com it later - not using Google heaven knows what weirdo profile they would put you in...and I've wandered)
OK and we're back. So this undefined nit I'm going to pick today stems from a conversation I had with my spousal unit....you know Bubba. Who managed to get home at the early hour of 8:30 PM... well after dinner had been cooked and enjoyed by yours truly. ANY way... Mr Wonderful comes home, I am zoned out in front of the TV half hoping he calls and says he won't be home for another hour, which then meant I would be in bed earlier... but no --- he arrives and asks... "What are we doing next weekend?" I tell him that I am committed (and probably should be) to a Lady Shriner to-do and he is of course invited - food and drink... he said no he didn't want to go to that because (wait for it) he and two buddies are going to West Virginia (wait...) to go GAMBLING... So he's planning another gambling trip in which they "might" stay overnight not sure that. So I can't hide my unhappy face for a number of reasons 1) the unending nag about me spending money 2) me attending another event - alone 3) me responsible for everything again including a trip in DC twice alone and 4) him just off doing what ever he wants whenever he wants without any discussion if I do the same there is HECK to pay.... so I hit him with when I asked to head to PA for our niece's first communion (a Catholic thing) I got a lot of hemming and hawing and we'll sees....so... I hit him where it hurts - or at least guil-ted him going home to PA to sit in a church watching Niece E get her thing (which will take all of 5 minutes in a hour long service) then go and have a party - which may or may not be at my brother's in-laws (please heavens no) then home again...
So... when I bring up the above skipping 1-4 and getting right to the I wanted to head home... he says make it happen. Fine Piccard I will again do all the heavy lifting and make it happen. But that nit is still stuck in my craw -- work is NEVER an issue when it comes to Bubba having to go and do when and where he wants -oh sure this year he had to change his spring trip to Vegas to May instead of April due to a deadline - but for a Friday night trip with the boys - not a problem. A Friday night - weekend thing to be part of the family - oh hem oh haw oh bother.... and don't you know come early May there will be all this 'discussion' regarding what time to leave, when we head home, bla bla all because he has work to do. Fine pumpkin, you have 3.5 hours up and 3.5 hours back - open the lap top and make sure you have a full battery. Kiss-my-grits.
The nagging thing at me is I was mad - he was home Monday at 7:30 for a hockey game, Tuesday its 8:30 when he knows I'm out Monday but home Tuesday then who knows tonight but I won't care because I have a massage, and Thursday I'm doing dinner for the lodge, and Friday - well I'm doing my own thing and who knows what his royal cranky-ness has planned or how much whining will go on if I dare ask him to come to the Ladies' Group to-do Saturday night.
I guess the final ice pick in this nit - if I'm going to live alone I might as well get all the benefits - otherwise well you get all the work with none of the benefits - you know like a date for functions when you don't want to go alone... But then considering his 'enjoyment' of things lodge related - it's better I go alone have a good time and head home early.
All right we've examined that bit of belly button link enough on to other things - like what the heck happened to my nice mellow job? We got busy and there are all these moving parts all of a sudden and the Government Boss is in our office WAY too much and I am beginning to wonder about all this. Plus found out my nice location will end in two years - building has been sold. Groovy so we've got a sunset date on this job... because Aunt Ing is so not driving out to the Northern VA hinterlands to go to work - been there done that - crashed the car - not doing that again. And you can't make me. Besides who the heck knows where life will take me in two years - heck the world could end in December... either way I'm covered. :-)
The hour is now late, I have been massaged to within an inch of my life and I am ready to crash hard... now if I just didn't have to get up so darn early... oh yeah and leave early too - cooking the lodge dinner tomorrow night - you might want to send a little something heaven ward for those boys - after all Bubba married me - he has to eat my cooking - the rest of these boys - well... suckers. :-)
Will advise how the pork marinade went with chicken... Stay tuned for as the chicken turns - will it stay down or come back for an encore?
OK that was gross - my apologies - really going to bed now.
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